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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[have some of the TARDIS wardrobe set out on the Plane. You might see things like this and this and this, along with all types of other clothes as well. Handy is going through it, looking for some clothes to get by before he replenishes his wardrobe. He holds a shirt up against his chest as he studies his reflection in a floor length mirror and then quickly tosses it aside, going back to sort through the racks of clothing]

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[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[sneers] I don't recall my actions being any business of yours.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[laughs]

Oh, I get it. That is why he keeps you locked away while he goes off with his Doctor fighting Daleks. Afraid you'll go run off with one of them as well.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[sets her jaw, tempted to slap him -- then simply smiles, entirely too smug]

So did he fix that wretched little ship of his, or did someone take pity on you being left behind?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[any sort of laughter or smiling quickly transforms into a scowl]

The TARDIS is fine. Not that she's any business of yours.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Mmm, you think so? [her smirk only grows crueller] It felt wonderful, you know, ripping it apart. Feeling it shudder everytime I sliced apart a wire. I rather think that makes it my business, to know the results of my handiwork.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he grinds his teeth before taking a breath. he rolls his eyes, trying to appear like he isn't bothered]

Why don't you just run back home to your husband? And do try to not fall into anyone's trousers along the way. I know there are a great deal of Doctors you might stumble upon, but really, try to practice some self restraint.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[she knows you are, but you're bothering her, so]

It's unbecoming for a grown man such as yourself to be jealous. But then again, you aren't much more than a child yourself, are you? Either way, you shouldn't concern yourself with the affairs of adults.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[they can pretend not to be bothered while being bothered together?]

Oh, ho, ho, affairs now, is it? I know it can't be the Doctor that belongs to the Master, because, well, the Master takes up all his attention I'm sure. So which one is it? I'd hope all the other Doctors would have better sense, but still, momentary lapses of judgment are bound to happen.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[they're both quite good at it, methinks]

I should have stayed a little longer on your ridiculous ship. At least then I could have cut out your tongue while I ripped out his hearts.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[hidden talents!]

Now Lucy, let's try to keep my tongue out of this entire scenario. After all, what would your husband think?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[apparently]

That he has nothing to worry about, obviously. Beyond mutilating it, your tongue has nothing going for you.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[see, sometimes all it takes is someone else to bring out all that hidden potential]

Well, he probably assumed he had nothing to worry about before, too. We all see how wrong you proved him there.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[they should start a business]

At least I fix my mistakes. You're still here, so I see the Doctor is incapable of fixing his.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[a line of "how to hide behind snarkiness and bitchiness for idiots" books?]

And unless the Master has thrown you out to the street, I see he's just as rubbish at fixing his.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[they'd make millions]

I am not a mistake!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[then they could take over the world]

[also, he may look extra smug here, since he actually got a reaction out of her. his face turns faux sympathetic, his voice condescending]

Of course you're not.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[they could

and she realises he has the upper hand and narrows her eyes]

No, I'm most certainly nothing like you, repeatedly left behind and forgotten, tossed away in another universe because I never should have been created in the first place. You're so very right.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he's not letting that upper hand go, swallowing the scowl that is trying to creep up, instead smiling just a little brighter]

No, you get forgotten right under everyone's noses. No need to leave you anywhere, you just sort of blend in, like furniture.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[fights to keep her own scowl at bay]

If Harry had really forgotten about me, I wouldn't have bothered destroying your precious TARDIS. [smiles] And to think, you were forgotten in favour of me. I think that says quite a lot about you.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[it's getting harder and harder to keep that scowl at bay]

Do you really think this has anything to do with you?

[laughs]

He only wanted to hurt the Doctor, you were just useful at the moment. Like I said, furniture. A couch does have it's uses from time to time.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[her smiles remains]

Oh, it has everything to do with me and you know it.

[her voice dips low, almost like she's sharing a secret]

Harry gave me permission to hurt him long before any of this began. Did you honestly think it was real? [laughs] You're as deluded and weak as the Doctor, then. You'd have liked it, though, the look on his face when he realised it was all a lie. You could just hear his hearts breaking, standing there next to his broken machine. Such a perfect pair, don't you think? I almost wish you'd been there to see it.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[and he has lost the battle with that scowl. he stares at her for a moment, and swallows]

I'm busy.

[he begins pawing through a nearby rack, knowing he's lost and focusing on the clothing in front of him so he doesn't have to see her grin]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Really? You weren't so terribly busy to bother me in the first place, now were you?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Well, I am now.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Mmm, of course. [giggles] Do give the Doctor my best regards next time you see him, assuming he's even bothering with you anymore.